Goal of the Soul – Zamreen Zarook
Mind is a sole proprietor,
It function as our accelerator,
at times it is an acceptor,
Where as regardless the matter, it is our rejecter.
Frustrations peeps as we get failed,
When tension caught , it hard to get bailed,
Depression is again a big shot when it get bundled,
It’s all because the happiness got burgled.
People often get irritation;
it’s because leakage in sophistication,
Confusion again might lead to frustration,
better, take matters simple and have some relaxation.
Happiness is the ultimate goal of every living being,
It is the greatest achievement of every human being,
Despite of whatever screen,
It is solely every once well being.
Categories:
rejecter, beautiful, happiness, mirror, self,
Form: Rhyme
Your words are the fire
Whose ashes spread sickness
To the rejecter whose
Plot seems to thin as it thickens.
From the coiling stem of a timid flower
Daring not show its petals
For they've yielded their power.
A blossoming hope struck down with gall
that shy little flower gets too grand and too tall.
But the plague is still spreading
From the east to the west,
As the winds of the ocean
Borrow in mountain's breast.
Power, vast power, radiates from it's petals,
But it now stands alone in this place of foul weather.
Soot has encompassed all the land to be seen,
And diseased all the flowers and most of the trees.
This rebel, this blooming beauty
Is outcast again, for doing it's duty.
Categories:
rejecter,
Form: I do not know?